Biafu (Bat)

In black I search
Blood for Feed
Every rise
I take flight
An eternity
of emptiness
Together we fly
To make grey skies black

Bats soar to the moon
Out of reach we drown afloat

The cruel touch of steel
has warmed become a part
In grey withered stone
Our heart

Bats soar to the moon
Out of reach we drown afloat

Closer
We're closer
Closer
We're Closer

Bronze

Barely over the black fence, Just made it to the third step, Told to climb over mountains, Took a train right thru them

Under thin white crescent, I delay my education, Horizons are too vast, I've lost all confidence

Just give thanks and carry on because that's good enough for you

Bats sucking blood, Personal relations, Starving in the mud, No one to feed on
Where is the incentive? Been trained to take advantage, Predators is all we are, The mind source for solace

Just give thanks and carry on because that's good enough for you

Get me out of this, Get me out of this, Get me out of this, Get me out of this

Tear Open

You nourished me, around these veins safely, a butterfly trapped, in its cocoon
This soft white cotton, Tear it open
So I stayed, kept all the bonds I made, let me search outside these leaves, let me taste
This wine red ocean, Tear me open

The Grey King

The darkness subsides, Eclipse passed your eyes, Confused and blind, Despite the crashing light
Immersed within your mind's abyss, Soul and skin so languid
In the open skies, Lost, Clouds turn to a guide, Found
Spirits please, Fill the Grey Kings, Make us peasants all

Moonlit clouds dispurse, The winds of your curse, Howling in thought, Locusts in a harvest
Ancient manuscripts one with the earth, Searches fade away lost in birth
In the open skies, Lost, Clouds turn to a guide, Found
Spirits please, Fill the Grey Kings, Make us peasants all
On the citadel, Let the grey garbs fall, To our level, You do not deserve

Limits

Slow down, Slow down man
Slow down

Unwelcome glance
Fingers pointing
Lights in an instant
For miles, driving

Self proclaimed
Man of honor
Where is your limit?
Your situation?

Staring at the sky

Trees, branches distract sight

Blurring the prize

Siempre

Heat I feel, Eyes on me
Count to three, Stop and think again

Delicate, Silence
Talk to me, Stone this again

Again, Again

For Her

Bye, To the Dry

Confined, Ceiling high rocks below
I wait for the green pastures to grow
Empty, I search round the screens
watch while you pass by the scene

Suddenly, the solids melt
Finally, escaped myself
Sensation arrives
To the dry, Good Bye

Dying, on this carpet
Tread by those starved
Seeing, this distance
My kin worlds apart

Suddenly, the solids melt
Finally, escaped myself
Sensation arrives
To the dry, Good Bye

Stroboscopic Motion

Grey tone of day, Sets the sun away
The next shape form, Fails to deviate
Making sense, Indifference

Eyes on Still pages, Corners pinched
You knew where it was going, left as is

You only see, No faith or belief
Fixed on flipped clips, Foreshadowing shots
Heuristic, Through filtered lense

Eyes on Still pages, Corners pinched
You knew where it was going, powerless

The blockade in my brain, motions struck vast impressions
I do not understand, I could only take so much